I Have Loved Engines Since I Was Two Years Old . . . Now I'm Eleven!


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Rd#2, Box 163 Sistersville, West Virginia 26175

Hi, friends, my name is Jerry. I'm eleven years old. I live at Sistersville, West Virginia, home of the Oil and Gas Festival. I have loved engines since I was two years old, when I ran off at a fair and they found me around the engines. Now it is in my blood, and it gets worse every year!

My first engine was a Briggs that Mr. Anderson gave to me to work on. I got it to run, and now I have two other Briggs to take to shows. Then on August 6, 1987 I bought my first engine. It is a Hercules sold under the name of Sears Roebuck Economy Farm-Master. It's a real beauty, not too many like her. This engine was bought with money people gave me as a baby. Mom knew that I would use it someday. I collect toy tractors, information, pictures, and also stories about tractors. I still want two Maytags. I love to watch them smoke.

I dreamed of owning a well engine, but they were hard to find. It could not be too far away and would have to be just what I wanted. On June 18, 1990 we found an ad in the local newspaper. Mom called for more information and the directions to see this engine. When Dad got home that evening we went to see it. It was only a few miles from my home. We pulled into the driveway at the back of the owner's home and he met us at the door. He said the engine was on the hill. Now my excitement mounted; it seemed to take forever to get to the top of that hill!

There, under three sheets of tin, lay my dream engine. When I saw her, I fell in love! It was just what I wanted.

Mom and Dad said to look it over good, make sure that it was what I wanted. They didn't want me to waste my money and be unhappy about it later. I looked it over good. It was in very good shape. There was a small oiler missing. The man said that he broke it years ago while loading the engine for a show. The loading was hard for him now, and that was why he was selling his engines. He loved the idea that I was so young and was interested in these engines. Well, I talked with him about all the parts, and he gave me the oilers and two magnetos. I told him we would pick it up the next evening.

You talk about heavy! It took Mom, Dad, Mr. Hayze, a winch and a strong rope to get it on the back of the pickup truck. Good thing Dad had air shocks. When we got it home, we unloaded it at the side of the building. It sure came off faster than it went on the truck.

What a joy it was to work with. I sanded and polished everything, put on new springs where needed. We ordered the paint and the stickers through sale books. One month later I was ready to paint her. I was a little afraid to start, but Dad said you only learn by doing, so I did. Not a bad job! Mom helped me with the red trim on my flywheels. When I put everything on her WOW is she sharp! I'm so proud to show my engines.

Now I faced another problem. My little trailer could not haul the weight of all my engines, so Dad gave me one of his old boat trailers. He welded extra beams, bought heavy outdoor plywood, and bolted it to the trailer. Now that I have a strong trailer, we don't have to worry when we travel on the interstates.

I'm a member of the North Central West Virginia Antique Power Association. Our club show is at Jackson's Mill. This is where my Stover came complete thanks to Mr. Bills. He gave me the small oiler that she needed. Now I won't have to oil it by hand when it runs.

If you come our way to see our engines, stop and say hi, I'd like to get to know you.